I could be a rambler from the

Seven dials

I don't pay taxes 'cause I

Never file

I don't do business that don't

Make me smile

I love my aeroplane 'cause

She got style



I'm a treetop flyer



I'll fly any cargo that

You can pay to run

The bush league pilots they just

Can't get the job done you got to

Fly down into the canyons you don't never see the sun

There's no such thing as an

Easy run



For a treetop flyer



I fly low I'm in

High demand

Go fifteen feet over the

Rio Grande

I blow the mesquite

Right up off of the sand I'm

Seldom seen

'Specially when I land



I'm a treetop flyer

Born survivor



People been askin' me where'd ya learn to

Fly that way

Was over in Viet Nam

Chasin' N.V.A.

The government taught me

An' they taught me right

Stay down under the treeline

You might be all right



Treetop flyer



So I'm comin' home I'm runnin'

Low and fast

Promised my woman this'n gonna

Be my last

I get the ship down

I tie her fast

And then some ole boy walks up and he says

He son, wanna make some fast cash?



Treetop flyer



Well there's things I am and there's

Things I'm not

I'm a smuggler and I

Could get shot

I ain't going to die

I ain't going to get caught

You see I'm a flyin' fool

And the aeroplane

Is just too hot



I'm a treetop flyer



Born survivor



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